Page 54 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

Since I knew there was no appeasing him now, I looked under the cabinet for his aftershave until he lifted his brows and pointed at the cabinet above the sink. I took it out and took a sniff, hurtling headfirst into memories of our teen years. He’d always smelled like pure sex, and this scent was part of that. The familiar sandalwood and smoky notes made me take a long breath before I set it aside and grabbed the shaving cream.

“Since you don’t have a brush, I’ll be using my hands.”

“Not until you fulfill your end of this bargain.” He nodded at my top. “Shirt off.”

“Seriously?”

He waited.

“Fine.” I hauled off my top and set it aside. The bra was super modest, and from his hand gesture, he clearly had no intention of allowing that to pass. I flicked open the clasp and let it drop. “Better now?”

“Almost.” I let out another unfortunate squeal as he dragged me forward to straddle his lap. “Now lather me up.”

His face was practically between my breasts. “How am I supposed to work at this angle?”

His smirk from that position was devilish. “You’re the professional, right?”

“Hand me the can.”

He extended his long arm and grabbed the shaving cream, but he pressed a kiss to my nipple on the way back. They were already so hard, just from the heat in his gaze. “Here, let me open this.” He popped the top on the can, which was wholly unnecessary—especially considering the backs of his knuckles brushed over my breast.

“Thanks.” I took the can from him and tried not to pant.

I wasn’t entirely successful.

My chest rising and falling was just what he wanted, considering the slow lick of his lips while I sprayed the shaving cream into my hand. I nearly bobbled the can three times and errantly sprayed some into his hair. He just calmly wiped it away and took the opportunity to suck on my nipple, his big dark eyes innocent.

Ha, there was a joke.

“You’re incorrigible. You want me to wear your marks all over.”

“I can’t say that’s untrue.” He slid his fingers down my arms to my wrists. “I wouldn’t mind seeing some here either. Velvet ropes attaching you to my bed.”

My heartbeat stuttered. “Um, okay.”

His laughter was rich and deep. “Chapter two. We have a lot more left in this one first. Since you won’t even let me take a shower with you.”

I rubbed the shaving cream over his jaw, lathering it with absolutely zero finesse. The next time I sprayed it, he ended up with some on his nose.

“Sorry, sorry.” I cleaned him up with the washcloth, and then let out a long, slow breath as I reached for the razor.

“I’m not feeling too confident about you coming at my face with a blade.”

“Then stop feeling me up,” I muttered, reluctantly dodging the hand currently curved around my breast. I hopped off his lap and rolled my shoulders. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“I think we discussed bottomless too.”

“Dream on, perv.” I pulled the skin taut on his cheek and set to work on his sideburns.

It took longer than I anticipated—and we were interrupted by Noah one more time, who insisted there was “no time for hijinks”. Oz was as wiggl

y as a kindergartener after a snack break, but finally, I finished him up.

And nearly let out a moan when I got a look at his gorgeous face on full display.

I hadn’t seen him clean-shaven in a long time. As hot as he looked with the scruffy beard, he was somehow just as arresting without it. Those expressive dark brown eyes and perfectly soft lips, paired with surprisingly high cheekbones and an impressive jawline, could’ve been on the cover of magazines, not hidden behind miles of hair as he rocked out on stage.

Sucking in a breath, I turned to clean off the razor one last time. “Antiperspirant?”

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